Paw Prints In The Sky

Upon a candy colored sky, hung candy fluffed clouds,
Vanilla bits that drooped slightly against a sun-lit blue,
Trees on the ground flew to make themselves seen,
Against the candy sweetness of the white fluffed clouds,
Giggling music of children floated to the company,
Of clouds above, hanging on in the sky as if by strings,
And against the azure, in tiny canine steps, can be seen,
A step, a hop and a stroll along the ocean in the sky,
Paw prints, in nature’s recognition treaded the worldly roof,
Walking from a pool, wet and dripping, one puppy
Who stops, dries itself shaking, walks on,
Printing in the history of the sky, a dog’s story,
Of a walk where it pleasured himself living,
Of a walk where it relieved himself upon the sky,
And the paws told further of how finally it lay down,
The dog, to sleep and snore sounding in nature’s sounds,
So what people hear of the breeze is the puppy’s slumberous breathing,
And what people see as the lone moon is the eye opening to the world,
This puppy, whose paw prints dance upon the sky,
Lives a lovely life in the lovely skies,
His only companions, the celestial stars and the celestial moon,
The celestial reflection of the sea and the smiling face,
The puppy lies in sobriety, its day’s work complete,
And as it sleeps, the puppy, the breeze blows gently by.